Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Scion,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.